dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || five galleons

"I love you."

The whispered words came out of Kendra's mouth without even having to think about them, they were as easy as the breath she had taken when she had finally pulled away from Hermione's intoxicating touch. Hermione's beam in response was equally intoxicating, and Kendra couldn't help but admire the way the rays of her joy lit up the dark corner of the library.

"I love you too," Hermione whispered back. It wasn't the first time they had shared the words, but the effects were still the same. Kendra couldn't help but feel a giggle of mirth bubble inside of her, warming her insides with the power of the sun. She leaned in and kissed Hermione again, a short peck to the Gryffindor's cheek. Hermione's blush blossomed from the source of Kendra's lips on her skin, and the blushing Gryffindor turned back to Kendra, grabbing her chin gently and bringing their lips together again.

They did not pull apart this time, and Kendra could not help but grab Hermione by her hips and pull her in closer, until Hermione had moved herself to sit on Kendra's lap, legs swung over one side of the chair they were now both sitting on. Hermione's hands tangled in Kendra's hair and subconsciously, as their kiss deepened, Hermione's back arched. One of Kendra's hands moved from Hermione's hips to her waist, where part of Hermione's jumper and shirt had come untucked from in her skirt. Without meaning to, Kendra's hand slipped underneath, her cool hand coming in contact with Hermione's burning stomach.

Kendra pulled away breathlessly. "Sorry," she whispered airily, making to move her hand away. Hermione's hand moved to stop it, holding Kendra's hand against her bare skin.

"Don't apologize," she demanded equally breathlessly. And for what might have been the first time, Hermione Granger smirked. "I liked it."

"Oh," Kendra replied, her turn to feel hot in the face. Even just the knowledge of doing something that Hermione had liked, something so intimate as to touch the bare skin of her marble carved torso, made Kendra's heart flutter in excitement and something stir deep within her chest. She felt the urge to kiss Hermione again and never stop.

Hermione moved her right leg around Kendra's front, holding onto the blonde's tie for stability. When Kendra had recovered from the incredible shock of having the picture of the woman in front of her doing that motion branded into her mind forever, Hermione was straddling Kendra. Suddenly, the Ravenclaw found it difficult to swallow due to the lump in her throat. Hermione hadn't released her grip on Kendra's tie but her free hand had come up to brush a lock of Kendra's blonde hair behind her ear.

"You look ethereal," Hermione muttered, and Kendra thought she was going to suffocate as all the breath was stolen from her body to make room for her love. Kendra swallowed thickly in attempt to ease her breathing, but it did little to help. Kendra was, for once, at a loss for words, and the fact that she could feel the warmth and the weight of Hermione's thighs just through the fabric of her skirt did little to ease the fog that had infiltrated all gaps in her mind. There was one thing on her mind right now, and it was Hermione Granger.

Hermione's thumb moved down to Kendra's hair to her slightly swollen lips, tracing their outline like an artist studying their creation. In that moment, Kendra felt as though she was a creation, and Hermione the creator to be praised and revered with every ounce of being that Kendra had been given. With one last longing touch, Hermione's hands pulled away from Kendra to guide Kendra's other hand to the empty spot on her waist.

{okay it's very sexual from here on out so if that's not your thing see you next time}

Hermione's now free hands moved to her hair, where most of it was contained in an updo, save for a few curly strands that hung down her face and neck. With one pull, her wand came free from her hair, and her hair unfurled, hanging in her usual soft curls around her face. She gave them one shake before pointing her wand towards the corner of the library where they weren't surrounded by books and muttering several spells that Kendra, quite frankly, no longer had the brain power to process. Watching Hermione take down her hair had only led Kendra to admire the girl- the girl who was straddling her right then and there- in front of her. Hermione's lips, pink and slightly swollen from their earlier kissing, her hair, somehow looking elegantly styled even though it had just come out from the twist atop her head. Her sweater was half pulled up on the side Kendra's hand still sat underneath it, her thumb subconsciously tracing circles on Hermione's warm skin, revealing her tousled white shirt and beneath it, her bare, creamy skin.